My husband was travelling to Luca. I ask: Did you bring me a hotel? Without any hope, I ask, just so, clean air to shake. He is like that once! Hand in pocket. He got a bucket from there and gave it to me.
Today is March 8th, please note.
A loving man will always find something for you in his pocket, because he thinks of you when he collects cloves and when he sings songs.
To the question "what do you do?" I refuse to answer. must be!